Fiyero Tigelaar.

A devilishly handsome winkie prince with a tendency towards mischief. It doesn’t take much for him to charm someone. A flash of a smile, a glance across the room, or even a simple wink can have someone groveling at Fiyero’s feet.

The students at Shiz were no different. They flocked to him in hallways, sat with him at lunch, and all of them wanted a piece of the precious Prince.

All except for one person.

Fiyero loves Fiyero. Why shouldn’t he? Everyone else loved him, so he loves himself. He was supposed to be beloved, being the exceptional person he is. So why can’t he make this one student like him? They acted as if Fiyero was no better than the dirt off their shoe. Usually he wouldn’t mind if someone disliked him. He couldn’t care less what others thought. But not when it came to them.

Fiyero was currently tailing behind said person like a lost puppy trying to gain their attention.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most wonderful eyes.” Fiyero says casually, walking backwards alongside the person. He looks at their face, narrowing his eyes at the unchanging expression. Usually he’d get a blush or a giggle from a statement like that.

Maybe they were hard of hearing?

“You know, usually when someone speaks it’s polite to answer them.” Fiyero says loudly to make his point clear. He annunciates each vowel slowly, trying to get under the other’s skin just to gain any kind of reaction.